Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2013 03:07:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Supreme Britian
Subject: The men of the voice chapter 8
The Men of the Voice (US)
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This is a work of fiction and should not be taken as true. You must be 18+
to read this! This is based on the tv show "The Voice" with Adam Levine,
Blake Shelton, Christina Aguilera, and Ceelo Green.
* Theres a camera in the room*
Chapter 8
"What the fuck?" I say hopping of the sink, "Blake, please tell me you put
that there."
Blake eyes follow mine and he begins to panic.
"Oh no," he says
"What?" I ask grabbing my shirt.
"My stalker,"
He begins to panic. I've never seen him like this, not even on the
show. True terror is present on his face.
"Baby," I say grabbing his arm.
"We have to go. We don't have time. Get Dez and meet me outside."
"Blake!" I plead. Whats bappening?
"I love you," he says looking into my eyes as he kisses me, "You and Dez
outside."
He flushes the small camera and walks out the door. I don't know what to
think so I act and do what I'm told. I walk over to the booth where Dez is
sitting. He's wearing head phones. I tap his shoulder and he turns to face
me. He flashes me a grin..
Oh that smile, so innocent.
"Dez we have to go," I mutter. His happiness fades.
"Why?"
"Somethings come up, we'll be back." I say patting his back.
My cell starts to ring. Blake.
"Blake!,"
"I'm at your house. What do you absolutely need?"
"What's going on?"
"I'll tell you later, just please answer the question,"
"Um.. ok I have an emergency bag under my bed. Just grab my iPod and
charger."
"Ok,"
"And Blake?"
"Yes?"
"My silk pj's." I can practically see the smile on his face.
"Yes sir, and Dez?" he asks.
I turn to Dez
"What do you need?"
"Just some clothes from my closet. They're still in bags."
I repeat the items to Blake.
"Ok babe, I'm on my way. Don't leave the studio, you or Dez."
"Ok, what about my car?"
"I'll have it out front,"
"Ok, bye."
"I love you," he says and hangs up.
I state at he phone. I don't want to think. I won't allow my mind to
think the worst, yet it seems I'm not in control. "Adam, what's up?" Dez
says grabbing my hand.
"I don't know," I say, choking back my sobs.
He squeezes my hand. Why does it feel like I've known this boy forever?
"Where are we going?" he wispers keeping my hand in his.
"I don't know, but it's not good."
We wait silence. Dez continues to work on his song, the quiet only
broken by his light singing. My heart nearly drops as the phone rings.
"Hi," I murmur, trying to sound calm.
"Hey, I'm outside. Your car's in storage,"
"Ok, we'll be down."
Dez and I head down the elevator. We see Blake in the lobby. His skin
has paled slightly and his blue eyes are gray. I can't bare to see him this
way. A single tear falls down my cheek.
"Let's go," he says wiping it away, but the gesture only makes more come,
"Cry baby," he wispers smiling. Damn you Blake.
I can't help but smile as he leads us to the car. It's not his, well
maybe it is. It's an average Ford 150, a little beat up but ok. We hop in
and he heads to the interstate.
"Will you now tell me what's goin' on?" I say once we've been driving for a
while.
"His name is...."
-To be Continued-
Decied what happens! I have an idea but I'm always open to what you guys
think. Email me your suggestions (whether it be about the storyline or the
sex) and some I'll pick in the next story. Think sexy! Expect the next
chapter before Sunday!
Questions? Comments? Email me at supremebritian@yahoo.com. I'll always
answer personally